Anyone in law enforcement from Asia would recognise the golden half-mask that the man wore and Jongin had no doubt that the other man behind him wore an identical mask only in silver.

They were called the Deer and the Doll and in any other life, Jongin would have laughed at the cheesy aliases that seemed directly out of a western movie. But even with the ridiculous titles, the pair had built up a reputation for themselves worldwide (but mostly centred in Asia) as the best, most notorious thieves that existed. They didn't steal for any reason, other than the fact that they could and they only took the ones that interested them personally. At least that was what most of the officers thought, as some of the more precious artefacts remained under glass cases and laser beams in their museums.

It was their signature, not to kill anyone. The tranquiliser darts should have set the alarm bells ringing in Jongin's mind; there was no sign of struggle and barely a drop of blood spilled. It was almost as if the pair of thieves had morals, which made Jongin scoff when he had first heard about them. Then there was the plain white mask; similar to the ones they wore except this white mask was plastic. Wherever they stole, the Deer and the Doll would leave the white mask in the crown, or painting or gemstone's place, taunting the authorities as each lead became a dead end.

Anna here, it's been a long time since I've written so this is exciting. I hope you enjoy this story, this is the first installment of what I plan to be a massive series but for now, I've only written this much. So there will definitely be a sequel but no guarantees on how long it will take me to get that out. This story is basically a one-shot, not a chaptered fic because I cannot reach that word count yet.

Special thanks to --masquerade aka Raine for beta-ing it and being an awesome babe in general. Ily <3